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Ray Davies The Storyteller

this century and he swore that it was true And in the morning I could see him fade Was it fact or fiction? Who can say? (Storyteller) I believe ev'ry word you say (Storyteller

This is the age of machinery, A mechanical nightmare, The wonderful world of technology, Napalm, hydrogen bombs, biological warfare, This is the twentieth

My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes, Painted face, Egyptian eye-brows and bright red lips Pale white make-up, tight black skirts

Got back to the frontroom, Dave was plugged in to the green amplifier Pete was on the bass, they sounded great Dave had this great way of playing the

There was still a problem. We had to get management. You're nothing without management, are you? We were discovered playing in a pub by two very well

In the book X-Ray the decrepit old rock 'n' roll singer talks about this mystery girl he used to know when he was on the road. It's a girl he calls Julie

My name is of no importance. You see, I'm a product of a century which started at the height of class-conscious imperialism and ended with a society

There's a room in a house in a street in a manor in a borough That's part of a city that is generally referred to as London It's a dark place, a mysterious

See my friends, See my friends, Layin' 'cross the river, See my friends, See my friends, Layin' 'cross the river, She is gone, She is gone and now